Birthing it easy

October 15, 2012

Birthing  Easy
October 14, 2012
As we approach and enter this time in humanities evolution, the cosmos and prophecies of potent spiritual cultures say that we are stepping into our fullest potential of who we are to become. All that we aspire to be and want to bring to our children, our communities and the world is happening now. This is the time when what no longer serves us must be let go. For if not, our true essence of who we are that is emerging with great force to LIVE, will emerge with more discomfort.

Sometimes I think I may have taken on more than I can handle and get tired of being part of the “strong and inspiring” dream club. Doing life my way and out of the box only to follow my heart’s desires and Spirits calling ***breathe*** is the only way I continue to find the peace within.

How do we find the endurance that called us to the dream we are meant to meet?

Let us make it easy on ourselves. Do our work to LET IT GO. Walk into nature and appreciate the beauty of life. Seek support from someone who may simply hold your head on their shoulder and let you cry. Light a candle and take a bath. Do something wonderful for ourselves!!!
Seek the silence between the beats and pray, meditate, walk and listen for the stillness.

Peace Within~18" elk hide, cedar hoop, sterling silver, abolone shell

Peace Within~18″ elk hide, cedar hoop, sterling silver, abalone shell

This is the Peace that is born from letting go.


XI Strength

March 28, 2012


March 28, 2012

XI Strength

What a glorious life I lead.

(“I feel scared”)

Waking to what seems to perpetual sunny days.

(“I don’t want to get out of bed”)

Enjoying the freedom the kitties have in this expansive desert .

(“Next life time, I’m going to be a cat”)

Barefoot on the land.


Sharing the love of community…..building with the Earth….shaping our Dreams into form.

(“Sometimes I just need my own time and space”)

Talking circle before we begin our day ignites transparency to hold me accountable.

(“Overwhelm, fear…emotional purging”)

Stone of Gratitude passed around the circle.

(“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”)

Tears, laughter.

(“The beauty of Talking Circle”)

Where are my shoes?

(“funny crew”)

Where is my hat?

(“funny, funny crew!”)

I draw a card from the MotherPeace deck:  XI Strength

(“Lady of the Beast, she who tames through sheer spritual force.”)


sheer spiritual force

in a windswept deseert

January 10, 2012

moments of bliss be
come distant memories as
time passes the sand 

Wind swept desert at sunset



As the events of this New Year’s past, I find myself reaching and almost gripping onto the memories of  ceremony and song.  In the twilight of this mornings sleep, I try to hide in the slumber to continue the Dream where my Soul and Spirit thrive.  Time and Space move out of illusion once again.

” When the wind blows its mighty gusts of change and kiss the cheeks of Mamma, the sand particle is windswept onto its renewed journey.”

I am reminded that in one breath and in one mighty exhale a new journey has begun.  Welcome….once again.



Journal Entry

December 28, 2011

****the winds of change are howling….i can hear the momentum building in the far distance….coming upon us like a heard of wild horses*****

Stamford Museum and Nature Center December 31, 2011

Just Show Up

September 26, 2011

September 26, 2011

Joshua Tree, 10:13 am

This past weekend I took myself on an adventure into the unknown with my only compass being “just show up”.  There, I met my family and friends and, in between, Spirit and nature reflected back the impact of our contributions.

This is a Love Note I wrote to all of those whom participated in the etchings of alignment and harmony into my grateful heart this past weekend***


Like a child, I am remain in awe as the magic of divine orchestration has its way with us when our simplest expression is to just show up.
Since we met and have been in each others lives I have reached the true depths of meeting myself intimately and this past weekend with you was yet another experience that revealed how much our journey is of One Heart.  The continual evolution, growth and expansion of our glorious selves was/is continually confirmed as all of our senses are ignited when I look into your eyes, hug you, receive a massage from you, listen to you, speak my pain with you, catch up with you, see you, drum journey with you, laugh with you, wake up with you, receive your healing gifts, see and acknowledge your beauty and sexiness, cry with you, eat good food with you, hear your wisdom, receive your generosity, dance with you and be in love with you.

Last night I dreamt of Orb Weaver Spiders…..

Love of One Heart

In more ways than one
Coming together to weave
Spirals of desire

~Lisa Starr

I love you and may we continue to empower each other with Happiness; the vital force for good health and good life!

orb and a spiral weave



Strength and Saddness

March 26, 2011

I am grounded
in my power

"Strength and Saddness" photo by Gabriel

Confident in
my transparency
my authenticity
my truth

those moments
of sadness
for those
I am in love
whom cannot meet me

I humbly
honor their journey
my power
my acceptance
of what is.

I See it in My Dreams

October 15, 2010

Earlier this year, I had an experience that showed me my distrust with women in my life and the following journal entry describes my journey of the anguish of broken Sisterhood then on to finding comfort in my relationship with my partner, G.

G is a symbol of my current relationship to the masculine and men in my life.  Trusting, supporting, comforting, honoring.  I am grateful.

I recently attended a gathering of women in New Mexico, Grandmothers Summit organized by the Sister of Honua.  My intention to attend was to connect with women still knowing that there was “something” regarding my experience of broken Sisterhood.  I chose to take proactive yet subtle approach and put all my trust and knowing into simply connecting with women.  No story telling, no healing,no re-hashing, just simply to be in trust and knowing and ALLOW all to be well.  There was nothing for me to do except show up.

On the second evening of the Grandmother’s Summit, I found myself in puddles of tears for absolutely no particular reason.  I awoke the next morning and spontaneously dressed in all black (the dark) and stripped myself of any amulets or jewelry.  It wasn’t until I gazed out onto the mountainside and saw glimpses of faces in nature, like the ones you can imagine in cloud formations, that my inconsolable crying stopped.

The presenters presented; Hillary Raimo~ Spirit Dolls, Mellissa Seaman~ Yoni Speak and Max Dashu~ Supressed History slide show.  In Spirit Dolls I created a new vision of Sisterhood and  recognized the blessed connection with the masculine and male energies in my life.  Yoni Speak took me to the depths of dream time and rejuvenation from a cry fest as well as showed me the power of Breath.  Supressed History showed me thousands and thousands of years of  pictoglyphs, pottery and art depicting Women in their Power and the profoundness of the dark and the light of being a woman.

Then it was time for lunch yet I had a mission: To go to the swimming pond and dunk three times for Body, Heart and Spirit and cleanse the emotional movement I had experienced the night before and earlier that morning.  I dunked, then showered and dressed, again spontaneously, in white and bright colors (the light).

So I share this journey with you that began some moons ago, a bit of my own prophecy manifesting here and now.  Tonight there are women gathering all over the world sharing their dark and their light, sharing and remembering that our tears and our breath are our medicine, our remedy, our power.

We gather together allowing us to be enveloped in Love.  There is nothing more for us to do.


Journal Entry April 20, 2010

I See it in My Dreams


I See it in my Dreams, oil painting by Lisa Starr 2008


My primal essence was unleashed

as the full moon rose

over the mountains.

I see the piece of me

I’ve been seeking to reclaim


I cry out an agonizing shriek!

There “IT” is again

yucky vulnerability!

**inhale a breath of life, send “IT” into love**


to pieces

small triangular

shards of glass

this “IT”

that which no longer desires to be within my field.

**inhale a breath of life send “IT” into love**

My primal essence

broke through the invisible

glass of illusion

**inhale a breath of life, send “IT” into love**

Bounds of limitation

freed by your embrace

safe and nurtured.

**inhale a breath of life  send “IT” into love**

We are perfectly encircled

as “Love”

envelops our beings.